Date: Mon, 1 Sep 2008 21:11:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Evan Williams
Subject: Jerome and his Friend
The following story is a work of fiction for erotic entertainment purposes
only. It is not intended for minors. It includes descriptions of sexual
activity between two teenaged boys and racial humiliation. Anyone who might
be offended by this type of story should find something else to read.
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For as long as Jerome could remember, he had been told that the White Man
ruled the world. He had all the money and all the power. He could see for
himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft
whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on
winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set
against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful
to him.
Jerome longed to be close to them. He spent many hours daydreaming about
what it would be like to have a white boy's cock inside of his mouth and
ass. Oh, what Jerome would give to be a slave on a plantation in the Old
South, tied to his young master's bed -- forced to suck off his master's
white cock early in the morning. His young white master would use Jerome's
black ass in the evening to work out his teenaged sexual frustrations and
experiment with the mysteries of eroticism and manhood.
"That's what black bodies are for," Jerome said to himself, "to be white
boys' cum buckets." Jerome loved to read about slave accounts in history
books where grown black slave women were used at will by their white
overseers and masters. He envisioned hard white cocks invading black
pussies, fucking those black women and filling them with the white man's
sperm. When he hung out with his white buddies in school and daydreamed of
how they would turn on him and force him to his knees to suck their white
cocks and rape his tight black ass -- and then piss all over his body. He
wanted so badly to be raped by a gang of white boys, to smell their bodies
as they fucked his face and took turns plowing into his ass.
He let his pants sag as he walked down the hall in school. He acted cool
about it -- nonchalant -- as if this were the style and established him
as being "hard." But deep down inside he enjoyed the thought of white boys
being able to take a peek at the curves of his ass, under his tight boxer
shorts. He was aroused by the thought of his black ass being inspected by
white boys for approval.
One day a white boy would pass him in the hall and call him "Nigger." The
boy spat all over his face. A glob of the white boy's slime ran down the
side of Jerome's face. Although Jerome balled up his fists and called the
boy a "white muthafucker," and threatened to kick the boy's ass after
school, Jerome secretly got a hard-on and spent weeks masturbating over the
incident as he replayed the scene in his mind at night while he was lying
alone in his bed. In his mind he could still taste the white boy's spit. He
could hear the white boy calling him "nigger." Such thoughts drove him to
repeated fits of shame and orgasm.
One day Mike, one of Jerome's white buddies, invited him to the basement of
his home. They talked for awhile, got slightly drunk and watched porn
flicks. Next thing the two boys knew they were in their boxer shorts,
pretending to be professional wrestlers. Mike, the white boy, was pretty
good. He got on top of Jerome, establishing supremacy over the boy, and
pinned him down quickly. Maybe it was because Jerome had too much to
drink. As the white boy lay on top of Jerome the boy's cock began to
swell. It got harder and harder until it escaped the boy's boxer shorts and
rubbed against Jerome's black body.
The white boy's face reddened. Both boys were too embarrassed to say
anything and too drunk to really care. It didn't take long for Jerome's
black cock to get just as hard and rub submissively and receptively against
the white boy's throbbing manhood. Both boys thought to themselves, "This
is some gay shit," and hesitated, but the feeling was just too damn
good. The boys continued to rub up against each other, the white boy
holding the black boy's shoulders down and humping between the boy's
thighs. Jerome felt like a slave being raped by his master.
The white boy arched up on his elbows, thrusting his raging red cock in the
black boy's face. "Eat it," the white boy hissed. When Jerome hesitated,
the white boy grabbed him by the back of his nappy head and forced his cock
between Jerome's thick lips. "I said, `eat it,' boy."
Jerome felt the white boy's cock filling his mouth. The white boy held him
by his ears and thrust is cock in the black boy's mouth over and over
again. The white boy moaned from the pleasure of having the boy's thick
black lips wrapped around his throbbing manhood. He began alternating
between slow grinding motions, rubbing his pubes in Jerome's face, and
making quick hard thrusts deep down the black boy's throat. Jerome gagged
as the white boy mercilessly invaded his mouth with his cock.
He tasted the salty and lightly sweet nectar of the white boy's pre-cum and
it oozed on Jerome's tongue. "Suck that cock for me," the boy hissed,
"Nigger lip it." Saliva oozed from the sides of Jerome's mouth as the white
boy's cock pummeled his face. Just when it seemed that the white boy was
about to blow he yanked his cock out of the black boy's mouth and pulled
himself up to a squatting position.
"Turn over," the boy demanded.
Jerome rolled on his belly. The white boy yanked Jerome's boxer shorts
down, revealing the boy's firm bubble butt black ass. "Oh yeah," the white
boy hissed, "You're really gonna get it now."
He rammed his cock inside of Jerome's tight ass. The black boy let out a
sharp cry of pain. He scrunched his face in agony. The white boy didn't
care. He thrust his cock in the Jerome's ass again and again. "Take my
cock, nigger," the white boy said scowling. Jerome's eyes grew wide. A
small diamond stud reflected light and glistened against the boy's brown
earlobe. His thick moist lips hung in an open pout. The white boy continued
to hump inside the boy's black ass. The mattress squeaked under the thrusts
of the boy's attack. The white boy's face looked tense with anger and
aggression. It was as though something had snapped inside of him and all of
his pent up feelings were rushing out. Jerome propped his body up on his
elbows while the white boy tore into his ass -- making the black boy
groan painfully; a look of shock covered his dark face.
"Take that white cock you fuckin' nigger. You aren't so proud now, huh?"
The black boy's body bobbed up and down as the white boy used him
mercilessly. Jerome's cock was rock hard against his belly. He closed his
eyes and bit his lip while the white boy fucked him without apology.
Jerome felt the boy grow tense. The white boy let out a deep groan. Thick,
warm cum filled Jerome's ass. Jerome's own cock exploded with orgasmic
pleasure, creating a pool of cum under the boy's belly. The white boy
collapsed on top of him, his hair a stringy, sweaty mob on the side of
Jerome's face. The white boy drooled on Jerome's cheek as his cock
continued to leak cum into the boy's black ass. Both boys lay on the bed
breathing heavily.
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The next day, when Jerome swaggered down the halls, flirting with the
ladies and giving dudes his tough-guy mug, he ducked his head in
embarrassment when Mike walked by and looked him in the eye. Both boys
nodded with a silent understanding, and the white boy was on his way.
Jerome tugged on his sagging pants and smiled at one of girls, hoping that
nobody could see through his "mask."